The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1587

"Wait! Just wait!"

Reese screamed from inside the cabin.

"What do we do now?"

She couldn't get Quinton on the phone and had no choice but to strategize with the driver.

The driver's face was a mask of cold fury. "I'll handle him. You call for backup!"

Reese nodded, opening her mouth to speak, but the driver was already out the door.

He wasn't just a wheelman; he was a trained operative.

The second the door swung open, he launched himself at Grant.

The two men clashed brutally, trading bone-crushing punches and vicious kicks in a blur of motion.

"What do we do? Do we step in?"

The two undercover cops debated as they watched the brawl from a distance.

"Hold on. They look evenly matched. This might take a minute."

The officer in the passenger seat had a better vantage point.

He also noticed Reese frantically tapping away on her phone inside the SUV.

"Is she calling for backup? Think they've got another extraction team?"

They relayed the situation to Stephen, who was only minutes away.

Hearing the update, Stephen ordered them to keep their eyes glued to the target but told them not to engage just yet.

The officers followed orders, watching the brutal street fight unfold.

The combatants were incredibly evenly matched, making the fight surprisingly gripping to watch.

The two cops even found themselves critiquing their forms.

But while they were distracted by the brawl, Reese seamlessly slid into the driver's seat, threw the SUV into gear, and peeled out in the opposite direction!

Grant was too busy dodging blows to give chase, even when he realized she was gone.

It was impossible to tell how the driver felt about being abandoned.

The undercover cops, entirely too engrossed in the fistfight, almost lost Reese completely.

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